3 comments/ 42825 views/ 7 favorites Reluctant Play By: ToServeHim They had been playing roughly the entire evening with one another. He had her pinned down on the bed and was endlessly tickling her sides and neck and after some time he could see her anger was starting to over take her diminishing laughter. Her cheeks flushed and she struggled hard beneath him, her pleas beginning playfully but coming with increased intensity as he showed no signs of leaving her be. His fingers began to hurt her and her face tensed, her eyes glairing up at him as she whimpered for him to stop, to leave her alone. He laughed maliciously and only continued on with his play. She was helpless and couldn't budge under his harsh grip as she was screaming at him, fighting him and finally in an angry haze she grinned maliciously up at him and spit in his face. He stopped. Dead cold. As she watched him, her glare faltered slightly, realizing that she had pushed him into a wicked game. He stared cooly down at her and wrapped her hair in his fingers, snatching her up with him as he stood. He had her pulled tight, standing on her tip-toes as he yanked her face dangerously close to his and stared her down. She trembled slightly, the pain aching in her scalp wincing and fighting not to look away from his deadly gaze. When finally she could take no more and looked to the floor he laughed, laughed hard at her submission. His hand roughly spun her around while the other still held her hair taught in it's fist. Smirking, he pushed her so she stumbled forward, fighting to keep balance on her toes. He began to parade her around the room, laughing cruelly as he watched her struggle and growling into her ear, "You independent little bitch. You self-righteous, cock-teasing dirty cunt. Do you think you are strong enough to handle what you've done, you witch…" She could feel him trying to prod the anger out of her intentional silence, he was playing dangerous mind-games to get what he wanted. This was their foreplay, and he loved nothing more than making her anger uncontrollable then taming her, he loved nothing more than taking it away from her, leaving her quivering and aching with desire for him. He pushed her around so she faced him, his face pressing into hers as he bellowed, "I asked you a question, now fucking answer it!" "Fuck you!" She yelled, her face was flushed with anger and her hands were at his wrist above her head, her finger nails drawing blood as she clawed his skin. It didn't even phase him as his free hands went to her waist, ripping down her panties and yanking off her tank top, leaving her bare before him. His eyes ravaged her naked body before returning to glare deep into her eyes. His face was still in hers as he pushed her backward, smacking her back into the wall of their bedroom, and he was pressed back against her before she had time to realize what had happened. Each of his hands took her wrists and pinned them above her head, while his body pushed her uncomfortably against the wall, his lips now softly kissing her hot cheeks. She cried angrily and tried to fight him, but he was large and his muscles thought nothing of her foolish attempts. She tried pushing his face away with hers but his soft kisses were endless, slipping over her chin and down her neck, where he nibbled slightly. The pleasure began to lick at her livid body but she fought it, hating him for his power. He gathered her wrists under one of his hands while the other pushed down his boxers and she could feel his hard cock press between her legs. She yelled at him to get off of her, but he only ignored her cries, his hand leaving her wrists, each now gripping one of her thighs and lifting her up and wrapping her legs about his waist. She was pressed harder against the walls as he roughly pushed his cock deep inside of her wet pussy. Moaning, she forgot her anger for a moment as his teeth raked over the sensitive skin at the nape of her neck. Her arms wrapped around his shoulders as she closed her eyes, his thrusts only becoming deeper and harder every time. She was delirious, and her want for him was only growing, leaving faint fiery bursts of her anger in it's wake. As he heard her moans overtake he lifted her away from the wall, his hands on her ass, his cock still deep inside of her, and carried her to the bed. He made her sit on her knees, facing the bed, with her arms on the mattress. He parted her legs and then kneeled between them behind her. His hand held his cock as he pushed himself, still slippery with her wetness, into her anus. She cried out as he pushed completely inside of her, his body now pressed into her back, his lips again at her neck. His hands moved around her and cupped her large breasts as he began to fuck her tight ass in rapid thrusts. He grunted with every inch his cock that he pushed inside of her tight ass, and delighted in her begging, in her wanting moans for him. His hands left her breasts and moved to her hips where he held her steady while his cock fucked her hard, his balls slapping against her sloppy sex. He could feel his orgasm building but didn't want to cum yet, so he pulled out of her and stood up, taking her hand he made her lay down on the bed with her thighs parted wide for him. Kneeling between her legs, he watched her and whispered in a commanding tone, "I want to watch you finger your wet little cunt, baby, show me how hot you are." Her hands quickly went to her pussy, one spreading her swollen lips apart, the other began circling her slick clit. He moaned and began stroking his cock above her, his eyes glued on the fingers that teased her wet shaved pussy. His fist gripped his cock hard and began stroking quickly, as he watched her arch her back and close her eyes, lost in her pleasure. His breath quickened, excited by her show, and suddenly he dove between her legs pushing her hands away and burying his face in her pussy. He sucked her swollen clitoris between his lips and brushed his teeth over it gently, his hands gripping her bucking hips to keep them still. He released the clit and ran his tongue down and inside of her, pressing his face completely into her wet pussy, covering his face in her juices. His tongue assaulted her clit until he could feel her orgasm close and he lifted up, moving on top of her. He pushed his cock into her, and began fucking her wet pussy mercilessly as she pulled his face to hers, her soft tongue licking his lips and cheeks clean of her own juices. She moaned, begging him to let her cum, begging him to fuck her hard. His thrusts were fast and she could no longer speak, pressing her head against the mattress and closing her eyes she cried out as she came. He could feel her pussy sucking his cock as her juices slid between them, coating his balls. His orgasm was close and as she finished, he pulled out of her, crawling over her he laid his wet cock between her tits, she reached up and pressed her breasts together around his cock and he began thrusting, fucking her tits. He stared down at her large breasts around his cock and moaned, reaching down and pinching her nipples as his slippery cock moved between them quickly. He leaned over and rested his hands on the top of the headboard and thrust harder, both of them moaning, approaching his orgasm. His voice caught in his throat and he growled as he began to climax, warm strings of his cum shooting over her neck, and face and hair. He sat still for a moment as he let his spasm subside, she allowing her breasts to fall away, licking her cum stained lips. He collapsed next to her and began running his fingers over her body, rubbing his cum into her hard nipples and soft quivering skin… Reluctant Players Jemima was looking at her, aware to some extent of the wondering that must be going on. Trying to think of a wet, slimy, alien cunt with distaste or revulsion, she could not, not when she pictured it with the charm and laughter of her new friend, nor with the warm, pale-skinned flesh she liked to kiss. She was guessing Carlotta was willing to experiment. So their uncertainty made them stilted as they stood by the kettle waiting for it to boil, as Jemima walked across and examined the books, as Carlotta turned on the light in the bedroom, drew the curtains there, and took in two cups of tea. There was a photograph of Lee with a good view of the bed: while they drank they discussed weddings and children and quarrels, but when they were finished and ready Carlotta turned the picture away. "Just us," Carlotta said, and took Jemima's head with her outstretched hand, drawing it towards her, until their mouths met, hot with the glow of tea. This was not the gesture of the play, where the older woman was the initiator. No-one in the audience would see their tongues pushing deep within each other as they did now, rubbing roughly on each other, filling each other with frustrated desire to enclose deeper. With a practised hand Jemima undid the buttons of the blouse and pulled it off Carlotta's shoulders. It fell to the bed, with a shrug that was like a shiver. Jemima dropped wet kisses over chin, throat, shoulder, chest, and what she had been calling breast, low on the chest above the bra: but when for the first time she fumbled with the bra strap behind her friend and pulled that away, she saw what a vast expanse there was to kiss and make love to when all from the head to the waist was bare for her delight. Carlotta's breasts were fairly small and very round, unblemished and pale, with wide pink nipples. Faint blue veins coursed over her body, adding fragility to her quivering and shining skin. Her intention had been to drop little kisses down towards the nipple, but Jemima saw that perfectly moulded softness and knew the only tribute she could pay was to take it into her mouth. It was far more pleasant to do than she had imagined, and they remained fast together like that far longer than the script ordained as realistic; Carlotta's one arm held her, and the other propped her on the bedclothes. Jemima only withdrew when she began to hear the moans rising in intensity and breaking up for what they were. Dazed, pulling up out of an ocean of sensory concentration, she moved away a little and looked into Carlotta's beautifully wet, serious eyes. There were questions in them but no answers, so after a moment she bowed her head to her sweet friend's belly and gave her gentle swishing licks and nuzzled kisses over the midriff, taut with anticipation, and on the underside of her breasts, and on what of her thighs was exposed, drawn in like intaken breath to make her bones jut and her moist dark interior seem almost visible down through the cloth. Not a word had been spoken since they began. Jemima felt her part Marie quicken in her, and wanted to linger here and pick out every tone and note of wet belly, to learn her lover's breasts, and arms, and back, before diving into the exotic gulf below. Even were she in earnest and as bold as the script would have her, the transition was impossibly short. Yet even her playwright would not stand for the twenty minutes or ten thousand years required to adore this miraculously smooth, rosy woman, Carlotta, her inviting Carlotta. The script at this point called for some words which rang hollow and foolish compared to the momentous discovery they both knew was in store. But perhaps if you had only stumbled across this kind of love instead of preparing for weeks beforehand, those are the words you would use. Awkwardly, as in real life and time it would be awkward, not rehearsed, Marie undid Anna's skirt, pulled it away and dropped it to one side, let Anna fall gently to the bed again, and felt herself wither under Anna's shocked, hurt, consenting look. "You can leave if you want to. I've gone too far," said Marie. "No," said Anna and Carlotta. Not a word was to be spoken apart from that. Marie quickly undressed, letting her clothes fall where they lay, to expose her vulnerability, to give up some dominance. For a second Anna and Carlotta saw a nude woman in a way she had never seen before. Marie dropped to her knees and drew away the girl's thin, damp pants, holding them crushed in her hand for a little to infuse the smell. Together they parted her legs and came closer, to approach their last scripted action before the telephone was to interrupt them. It was only supposed to last less than a minute. For Carlotta and Jemima, time stopped. At first she saw the thickness of hips, an untidy dark swatch of hair, and a slit. But when those legs parted and she approached with her face ready to explore, that slit opened up into convolutions red, brown, and pink. Carlotta's thighs were already glistening, and her vulva clouded over with the waters of excitement even as Jemima watched, entranced. There was a single mole to one side of Carlotta's anus. Jemima touched that with her finger. She was close enough now to lick any part she desired, but she wanted to get used to this extraordinary aroma: both like her own, yet very unlike. With her nose she traced the network of tiny pocks and pores of her innermost thighs, now touching the skin, now gliding above it. Her cheeks rested on the softest skin imaginable, her eyelashes tangled momentarily with the thin dark fuzz around the labia. Carlotta called out softly, "Jemima", softly like the wind. If she had meant that as stop, she would not have overflowed with juices, pooling on her perineum, and falling into the tiny valley of her anus. Here Jemima's tongue touched her first, drinking up those delicious rich outpourings and feeling her way onto that shadowy, deep-pink curve. She rested a moment there before bringing her tongue up and into the pliant slickness guarding the vagina. Her tongue, her lips, her whole face she pushed inward, questing around, feeling her nose and cheeks suffused with liquid more intoxicating than any she had ever known. Carlotta began to come and heave while Jemima was still thrusting into her like that, on feeling and hearing which Jemima moved one hand up from the girl's silky buttocks and glided it across her clitoris. Guided by her disordered gasps of "yes, oh yes", she found a rhythm and began exerting a little pressure on the clitoris. She was overwhelmed by the rich blood-infused pinkness of her surroundings, of the continual seeping up of fluid for her to taste, of how intensely sweet and natural it was to be here taking her beautiful young and talented friend to such pleasures. Carlotta came with low cries and moans, and heaving of her loins, and her tensed thighs fell apart to give Jemima room to breathe. Jemima continued to lick in tiny sweeps all across the less delicate parts of this fascinating new scene. She kept returning to Carlotta's anus, half aghast at herself for the thrill it gave her to be probing it. At length Carlotta ceased her irregular breathing with one last gusty sigh of contentment, and hooked her lover's shoulders to draw her up. Jemima climbed up the bed and they looked at each other face to face. "I want to do that to you." "That's not in the...," Jemima began, her words crushed as Carlotta came to her and kissed her, kissed her slick love-daubed face, probed with her tongue into her lover's mouth, as she would soon into all her other precious places.